We all ran in Phil's direction where he was just standing there crying and hitting the ground.
"CHANTELLE, LET HIM GOOOOoooo..." He wailed.
Phil stood up and started to run to Dan. "Phil, no!" I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into a hug.
"DANNNNN!!!" He cried, resting his head on mine.
"Where'd Dan go?" Jack asked.
"I'm guessing Chantelle took him." Mark said.
"Come on, we have to go find Chantelle!" Signe said.
I looked down to Phil's arm to see a big cut, not a deep one, thankfully.
"Phil, your arm!" I gasped.
"N-no it's f-fine. We have t-to find D-Dan." Phil sniffed.
"You stay here with Signe, try to stop the bleeding.
We'll go find that bitch." Mark said.
We all hurried off.
We came to a dimly lit room with Dan sitting in a chair with a gun in his mouth.
I put my hands over my mouth in the verge of tears.
He let out a muffled, "help."
"Oh my god.." Jack said.
Chantelle walked up behind Dan.
Dan started to freak out and struggle.
"Calm down, Dannypoo." Chantelle massaged his shoulders.
That made him struggle more.
"CALM YOUR EMO ASS DOWN!" Chantelle screamed.
Dan went silent.
"Let him go!" I yelled, taking a step forward but jack grabbed my shoulder.
"Y/N.." He whispered.
"Chantelle, this is like a biiiiiig computer. You are just a virus. It's hard to get rid of you, but we download a bunch of programs. In this world, gather a lot of people. It may take work, we can KILL YOU!!" I lunged for her and she took the gun out of Dan's mouth, pointing it at me.
"And you're just another program the virus has taken over." Chantelle smirked.
"BUT THIS VIRUS IS GONNA GET ITS LIGHTS KNOCKED OUT!!!" Signe screamed, punching Chantelle roughly in the face.
"Woah.. Holy SHIT!!!" Mark exclaimed.
"Shut up and help me untie Dan." Signe said.
I grabbed the crying kids.
The moment the last string was removed, Dan ran like sonic to Phil.
"PHIIIIIL!" He called as we ran after him.
"Dan..!" We heard Phil call.
"Phil!" We found him and Dan slid to his side and looked at his bleeding arm.
"Phil.." Dan muttered.
Dan took off his shirt and tied it tightly above Phil's cut and hoisted him up.
Phil had passed out from blood loss.
We all just stared at Dan.
"DON'T FUCKING LOOK AT ME, HELP!!!" Dan screamed at us.
I took the other side of Phil and handed Jack the kids while Mark took his feet.
Signe and Jack put Phil in the very backseat where he laid in Dan's lap and we all got into the car and rushed to the hospital. Signe held the kids the whole time.
We went inside with Phil until he had to go into the room.
Dan wanted to go inside, but Mark held him back.
"Hold it!" He said.
Dan punched Mark in the face, not enough to knock him out, but pretty hard.
"YOU ARE NOT THE FUCKING BOSS OF ME!!!!!!" Dan screamed at him which turned a lot of heads.
Some people from the hospital threw him out.
I sighed.
"Jack, can I have your jacket?" I asked.
"Sure." He took off his jacket and handed it to me.
I walked outside to where Dan was sitting and handed him the jacket.
"I'm fine." Dan grumped.
"No, take it, its cold." I said, putting the jacket on him.
"Oh. Thanks." Dan said.
"You know, they'll do good with Phil." I assured him.
"I know, it's just that I don't want him to die." He was about to cry.
"It's going to be fine!" I hugged him.
"No it's not.." He started madly crying.
"Just relax." I said.
"The virus is dead, for now at least, and Phil will live." I assured him.
We sat there for a while until Phil came out with some painkillers and a gauze over his cut.
Dan ran over to Phil and kissed him deeply.
We all awed except for Mark.
He looked like he was gonna puke.
Signe whacked him on the back.
"Oh, shush. You can be such of an ASS sometimes." She saidTHE THING ABOUT THE COMPUTER WITH THE VIRUS WAS USED FROM A COMMENT IB ONE OF MY OTHER SEPTIC BOOKS, ALL CREDIT GOES TO THEM!!!!!
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Septic~Father (A Sequel to "Septic~Crush" and "Septic~Lover")
FanfictionThe third book in the "Septic~" series!! Now having moved to LA, you and Sean were living happily after the fiasco with Chantelle. You had also been living with your two newborns- Sam and Tiffany. There is peace and joy in LA until--- the great mast...